Look there! A Hero! How could one escape?
Mm. Spandex suit, standard mask, no wings or cape.
You haven't answered my question! You swore
That the heroes were gone!
Fine! We've got one more.
But the Sinister Sixty are vanished as well,
And I don't think you'll summon them back out of Hell.
Impatience is no virtue!
Neither is pride!
Our stronghold is breached -- there's a hero inside!
Not for long.
You think that those robots were all that I had?
The prototype mechanoid will stop this lad.
All we need to do is key his DNA,
And we'll blow the last hero on Earth away.
Sir, something is wrong -- the genetic scan
Has registered him as an ordinary man.
No powers, no magic, no alien tech,
There's nothing about him to program the mech.
Well, what about gadgets? A pendant or ring,
A utility belt, there must be something.
Sir, he hasn't so much as a pen or a watch.
Well, find something! Or the whole plan will be scotched!
We could always shoot him.
Carstairs, you're mad!
I abhor gunplay -- it always goes bad!
And what if he's bulletproof? or absorbs lead?
If you'll calm yourselves, gentlemen... we'll make him dead.
He has no such powers -- we'd've known when we scanned.
I think we can lock on his adrenal gland,
And once we have programmed the Kill-O-Tron mech,
We can watch and enjoy as it wrings this fool's neck.